Alina"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." My voice trembled as I knelt on the damp grass of the cemetery.I placed a bouquet of white lilies on the two marble headstones in front of me.Richard and Cynthia Sterling.I traced the letters of their names with my fingers. I had so much to tell them. I wanted to tell them about the baby. I wanted to tell them that their little girl was going to be a mother.But the words stuck in my throat.How could I tell them that the man they saved, the man they died for, didn't love me? How could I tell them that the father of my child didn’t even want the child?I didn't know how much time had passed. But when I looked around, the sky was dark with heavy clouds, in the distance, thunders were blazing. I wiped a tear from my cheek and stood up. I didn't want to leave but I couldn't afford to get sick.I turned around to head back to the main path.As soon as I looked forward, my heart stopped.About fifty feet away, walking under the shadow of an old tree, was a tal
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-05 Read More